Not like how you treated her.

  Malice held Stinger’s gaze. “I didn’t deserve her, and she wised up to the fact she was better than me and deserved a guy that would give her the time she deserved.”

  Stinger nodded.

  “So, with that being said, I’m stepping out. It's clear you’re not even winded.” He lifted the bottom of his shirt and wiped the sweat and blood from his face. “I want to make one thing clear, though.” There was a low, menacing quality to Malice’s voice. “You treat her right, and you treat my son right when you are in his presence, because if I find out you hurt either of them there isn’t a place on this planet that you can hide from me.”

  There was a long, tense moment of silence. “Fair enough, and I wouldn’t expect any less.” Stinger turned and grabbed his shirt from Dallas and wiped off his face and chest.

  Malice’s threat was very real, and he didn’t need to scent the genuine rage in Malice’s words to know this man would deliver on that, even if Stinger was a shifter and could tear his head clean off. When it was a man determined to keep the ones he cared about safe, even a human could find the supernatural strength to take down their enemy. Stinger took a step forward and leveled a hard look on his face. “If anyone hurts Molly or Dakota I’ll slit their throat and bathe in their blood.” No quick death for anyone that hurt what he cared about either.

  Malice kept his stoic expression, and then nodded once. The air around them eased somewhat. “Good. Glad to know we are on the same page.” With another hard glare Malice and the other two Brothers of Menace turned and left.

  Court whistled behind him, and he turned and narrowed his eyes at the bear. “Just shut the fuck up.” Stinger didn’t need either of them telling him that Malice was a force to be reckoned with, and that he was going to have his hands full dealing with that alpha asshole.

  Dallas and Court held their hands up in the air at the same time as if they were surrendering.

  “Come on, I need to get cleaned up because I have some place to be.” And that some place was with Molly. He needed her now more than ever, and needed to confirm with her once more that she was his, and that he’d go to any lengths to make that known. Hell, he knew once he told her he had gotten into it with Malice again she’d be pissed. But no secrets, no hiding shit—club business aside—because she was his woman now, his female and old lady, and he was going to claim every part of her tonight.

  ****

  Malice went faster down the winding road, feeling the wind whipping against his face, and took the corners sharply. He had adrenaline pumping through his veins from the fight, and the realization that the life he had been hanging onto—for whatever reason—had long since gone. This wasn’t about Dakota any longer, and he was trying to hang onto a woman that wanted to move on with her life. That was what Malice needed to do, too.

  The Brothers of Menace clubhouse came into view, and he pulled his Harley to a stop in front of the gates that blocked the entrance. He waited until the prospects ran up to the gates and opened them for him, and then he drove the bike up the incline of the driveway and pulled to a stop beside the other bikes. After cutting the engine and climbing off, he took his helmet off and hung it from his handlebar. The garage bay doors were open, and music blasted from the inside of it. Their clubhouse was situated on several acres, and the center of town was miles away, so any noise complaint wouldn’t be because Aerosmith was too loud. He saw a few Nomads helping some of the guys work on a bike, but most of them were standing around drinking beers and bullshitting. Malice turned away and walked toward the front of the club. Once he pulled the door open and stepped inside the sounds of laughter and more music blasting filled the room. Several of the guys were playing poker off to the side, but Malice was going to pick up Dakota for the night in about an hour, and he needed to get cleaned up. He couldn’t help the fact he had forming bruises and some minor cuts marring his face, but he could clean off the sweat and blood.

  He went over to the bar and leaned on the smooth, but scarred counter.

  “You want a shot, or maybe a beer?” Cookie asked. She was one of the girls they had rescued from Denver, but she also didn’t want to hang around the cabin they had temporarily put the women up in. She might have told Lucien her reasoning behind it, but Malice didn’t know, and didn’t care to delve into her business.

  “Just a bottle of water, please.”

  She nodded and turned to get it. Unlike the other club pussy that hung around the club, and even the other prostitutes, Cookie actually dressed modestly. She wore a plain t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans. She didn’t show off her body like the other women did, and he was surprised about that because she had been involved with the prostitutes they had taken out of Denver. Her long blonde hair was in a low ponytail, and when she turned back around to face him he saw the fading bruises on her lower eyes. He also noticed that she kept her head turned slightly to the side, as if she didn’t want to have anyone staring. Now he felt like an asshole because he was staring, and she probably felt uncomfortable.

  “Thanks,” he murmured and turned his back to her and faced the guys playing cards.

  “Call it, motherfucker,” Rock said with a grin on his face.

  Malice chuckled when he saw Rock’s face grow red when Lucien tossed down his royal flush.

  “Bullshit. You got cards up your ass or something.”

  Lucien flipped him off, but was grinning.

  Rock was cursing under his breath as he made his way toward Malice. “Cookie, get me a double of scotch.” Rock turned and glared at Malice. “Can you believe that shit…”Rock stood straighter and whistled under his breath. “Damn, you fight at the barn tonight?”

  “Something like that.” Malice didn’t want to get into it right now, especially when Rock was already drunk, and would probably bust his balls for fighting a shifter. They could handle themselves, but any human going up against a Grizzly was just asking for trouble. At the time Malice hadn’t given two shits, and honestly if he was ever confronted by one of them—not concerning Molly because he was putting that to rest—he still wouldn’t back down.

  Rock held up his hands, but he lost interest quickly enough when Cookie set his shot down. “Thanks, hun.” Rock tossed it back and hissed out as the alcohol clearly burned going down.

  Malice could have laughed from Rock’s expression alone.

  “You want to come play a hand?” He wiped his hand over the back of his mouth and turned so that he was facing Malice.

  “Nah, picking up Dakota and spending some time with him.”

  Rock slapped him on the back. “Good deal, man. Tell the little guy I said hi.”

  Malice nodded and drank more of his water. He handed the empty bottle to Cookie and smiled. Yeah, a hot shower would get him clean, but also relax him. He needed that to wash the last few hours away. Before he could move, Teenie, one of the club pussy that was especially generous in giving out the “affection”, sidled up to him and rubbed her shoulder along his.

  “Hey, baby, you looking for a little company tonight?”

  Malice glanced over at her. The overhead lighting showed the make-up she wore caked on her face. Her eyelashes were long and fake, and her lips were painted this obscene and annoying fuchsia color, and when she smiled the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume filled his nose. “Not interested, Teenie.” He stood and turned, but when she grabbed the back of his cut he couldn’t help but let out a deep sound of warning. He glanced over his shoulder, saw that Teenie knew that she shouldn’t have grabbed his cut, and then he exhaled. He was on edge as it was, and although Teenie had known better than to grab at him, he probably wouldn’t have been this annoyed on a different day. Without saying anything he headed toward the back of the club, needing to get away from everyone and everything. Maybe later would look better, or at least he wouldn’t feel like knocking someone’s head off at the slightest provocation.

  Chapter Ten

  Molly paced the motel room. She was angry, nervous, and overall felt off balanced. Malice had picked Dakota up over an hour ago, and although he looked freshly showered, and still sporting his “war wounds” from earlier in the day, she could also see fresh ones on his face. He had been fighting, and although he didn’t tell her what had happened, she had a feeling it involved Stinger. Thinking of that bear shifting biker had Molly looking at the clock that hung on the faded wall. He had sent her a simple, straight to the point text saying he would be here at nine. The rain had started up twenty minutes ago and had increased with every passing second. Nine o’clock was just a few minutes away, and her heart was thundering a mile a minute. Howling wind and pelting rain like tiny bullets slammed against the window of her room. And then she heard it, over the angry weather, that deep, powerful rumble of a Harley coming closer. It was a sound that had a throbbing taking place between her thighs, had her nipples instantly hard, and had a fresh flow of arousal leaving her pussy. This was not a reaction she got when she normally heard the sound, but knowing it was Stinger that would be right in front of her in minutes flat, had the very feminine part of her rising up, yet growing soft at the same time.

  The sound of the bike being cut off had the thumping of her heartbeat in her ears intensifying. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. And then three hard, dominating knocks on the door had her moving forward, not even realizing she was doing it until she had her hand wrapped around the handle. When she pulled it open he stood on the other side, rain running down his hair and face, soaking his cut and shirt, yet making him look even more masculine. His face was even more bruised and cut than it had been earlier in the day, and that answered her question about another fight he had with Malice. Neither spoke for several minutes, and although he was standing under the awning, the wind had the rain blowing over him and right into her.

  “You drove in this weather.”She didn’t state it like a question, because the answer was pretty obvious. Molly tried to sound calm and even, but her voice was more breathy and excited.

  “The rain didn’t start until I was already on the road.” Stinger took a step inside, and then one more, and Molly was forced to move back so he could enter. “I could have pulled over and waited it out, but I was almost here, wanted to see you, and I knew this bastard of a storm would probably go on for a while.” He kept his eyes trained on her the entire time, even when he closed the door behind them, and shut out the nasty weather.

  “You got into another fight.” She stated it full on, because she wasn’t going to play dumb and act like she didn’t know exactly what had happened.

  “I did.” He removed his cut, set it on the chair off to the side, but still he kept his gaze trained on her.

  “With Malice.”

  He stilled and looked at her. “Yeah, with Malice.”

  She had known, of course, but there was no apology in his voice. “Are things smoothed out between you two now? You get all that He-Man bullshit out?” She didn’t want any animosity between them, and although she wasn’t stupid enough to think they would be friends or anything like that, she also didn’t want them brawling every time they were a foot from each other.

  “As good as things could be, I suppose.” He shrugged. “In fact, I don’t think he’ll be bothering us again.”

  Her heart slammed hard in her chest. “What the hell does that mean?”

  He shook his head slowly. “Nothing bad, baby. He just realized that you’re happy, and that he needs to back the fuck off where you and I are concerned. You are not his old lady anymore, and he understands that.”

  All of this was news to her since Malice hadn’t said anything, but then again Dakota had been right there, and she knew Malice didn’t like her son seeing anything that could turn negative.

  He grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His hard, muscular and tatted up body was still a work of art, even if he had bruises and cuts lining his colorful flesh. Without saying anything else he went for the button of his jeans, undid it, and then slid the zipper down. He wasn’t wearing anything under the denim, and when he pushed the soaked material down his legs, showed her that he was already hard for her, all of the air left her lungs.

  “I thought we could talk.” She swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. That might have been a small portion of what she wanted to do with him tonight, but she also wanted to feel the hardness of his body over hers, controlling her so she didn’t have to think, and instead just feel what was happening to her.

  “We can, while I have my cock inside of you.” His voice was a low drawl, lazy almost. He took another step forward.

  They did this dance of steps until Molly found herself trapped between Stinger and the wall. She hadn’t even realized he had been steering her to where he wanted her to go until it was too late. He reached out, took hold of the t-shirt she wore at the collar, and in one powerful move tore it in two right down the center. A gasp left her, not from being afraid, but because of the way Stinger looked at her. He watched her like a predator watched his prey, and like a man very possessive and territorial of something he already deemed his. He made this whole situation feel so untamed and … brutal. He did the same with the cotton shorts and panties she wore, and soon she stood before him just as naked as he was. Where he was hard, big, and toned, she was short and soft, pudgy in places that society thought should be flat and firm. But watching Stinger take a step back, feeling him take her hands in his and hold them out to her side, didn’t make her feel self-conscious. And when he ran his gaze up and down her body, she felt nothing but gorgeous in his presence.

  “These are mine.” He slid his hands down the length of his arms and covered her breasts with his big hands. She let her head fall back on the wall, and the thunk from her skull hitting the plaster wasn’t nearly as loud as their combined breathing. “This is mine.” He moved his hands up to her face and traced her lips. Stinger leaned in so their breath mingled as one. “And I just want to make sure that you know, without a fucking doubt, that this is mine.” He proceeded to move his hands down her breasts again, over her rounded belly, along her wide hips, and then stilled on her outer thighs. For a second all he did was hold her like that and stare into her eyes. He wedged his knee between her legs and pushed hers open, and then he had his hand cupping her pussy. “I’ve told you this the last time my dick was buried deep inside of you, but I will keep telling you until there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that it is the absolute-fucking-truth.”

  She breathed hard, took in his words, and knew that what they were about to do was going to be more animalistic than the time before, or any sexual experience she had ever had. He took a step closer so their body heat bounced off one another. The bullet-hole scar on his arm seemed to stand out, and she lifted her hand and ran her finger along the puckered flesh. “What happened?” Did she didn’t really want to know?

  “Club business gone really wrong.” He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t probe.

  Moving her finger down his arm, over the lines of his tattoos, and stopping at his leg, she once again rubbed the pad of her finger along the second bullet-hole scar. “More club business gone wrong?” She lifted her gaze and stared at him.

  “Yeah. Same day actually.” He leaned in, but at the same time took hold of her hand with his and led it between their bodies.

  When she felt the hard, hot length of his cock along the side of her palm, she instinctively took control. Wrapping her hand around his dick, she slowly moved it up and down. Stinger was kissing her, taking control back, and the low vibrations that seemed to come from his chest—from his bear—moved through her entire body. But for as much as Stinger was the dominant one, she wanted to show him she had power, too. Breaking the kiss and letting go of his erection, Molly promptly fell to her knees. His dick was right in front of her face, hard, long, thick, and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Her mouth watered to taste, and her tongue swelled to feel that silky flesh move along her taste buds. Without prolonging the inevitable, she took hold of the root of his shaft and sucked the crown into her mouth. The salty, musky flavor of Stinger bathed her taste buds, and she couldn’t help but moan around his length.

  Over and over she bobbed her head, sucking as much as she could into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. She then retreated only to resume the same motion. Stinger had his hands in her hair, tugged at the strands until the sting of pain had her eyes watering, and cursed out dirty words that had her wetness sliding down her inner thigh. The burst of cum that came from the tip of his cock slid easily down her throat, and she moaned, wanting more. Stinger started thrusting his hips back and forth, harder and harder until he was slamming into the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t want it to stop. His pleasure was hers, and the profanity he was gritting out, and the comments on how good she looked with her lips spread wide over his cock, had her wanting him to come hard and right now. But when she felt him tense, and knew he would get off any second, he pulled her head away with his hold on her hair, and tilted her chin back with his finger. Staring at him for a moment, she saw the way he dipped his gaze to her mouth.

  “So red, swollen, and glossy from sucking on my dick.” He helped her to stand, and immediately took her mouth in a hard, unforgiving kiss. Trusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, she imagined him mimicking that action between her thighs. “I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, and then had his hands on her bottom and had her lifted off the ground and in his arms. They kissed once more, and then she was on her belly in the center of the bed. Stinger ran his hand down her spine, over the small of her back, and gripped the mounds of her bottom.